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The security policy in this company is rather odd.
"Do not leave pencils with sharp points on your desk. If you pick up a pencil grab the unsharpened end. If you give your colleague a pencil or scissors, make sure you hand over the secure side first."

Apparently they make a lot of fuss about accidents here. They are anxious to keep their good name.
Outside the building is a big electronic *thing* displaying the following words: "... days since last accident. Have a nice weekend. Make it a safe one!"

This is worrying.
I started thinking about this and realized how many dangers actually surround us. And I realized there is very little chance that I can come through this month without causing or suffering some kind of an accident. Paperclips lying around. Thumbnails on the floor. Slippery stairs, closing lift doors. Not even mentioned all these machines designed to make holes in paper and other materials, cut things and destroy documents.

These people are absolutely right. This is a place of hidden death, waiting to pop out and stab.

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I am reading "Smack" by Melvin Burgess for probably the third time. It's no masterpiece, but I like it. It offers you a refreshing view on the world.

Quote:
I sometimes wonder how this planet keeps on sticking to my feet. They did everything they could to pin me down... my mum, my dad, school. They put me in homes with kind guys and they put me in homes with bastards. They did things to me you can't even talk about.
I'm okay. What about you?

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